the new gods of supertown
ft deity
08-11-2019, 01:42 PM
The stranger kept their distance, for which Deity should have been grateful— but again, there was that irrational feeling in her gut, the one that screamed a warning, for danger was coming... but there was no danger, Deity reasoned. She was certain the stranger was keeping their distance out of... formality? Yes, that must be it. Southerners likely had their own customs, their own traditions, and perhaps that encompassed formal distance. It was a way to show others that you mean no harm, probably. The goddess wrestled down her roiling nerves and dark thoughts once again, blaming them on the combination of hunger and pain. They did say they wanted nothing, after all. And by the sound of the voice, the stranger was a female. She was kin. The stranger then offered to take a look at her throbbing ankle, for which Deity was grateful— though the tone was a bit unsettling. No, no, it wasn’t unsettling. She was trying to sound gentle, kind, because she had good intentions. ”That’s very kind of you,” Deity said, taking a few jerky steps closer. She was only a couple tail-lengths from the woman now. She didn’t want to be impolite, so she hoped she wasn’t too close. The stranger would need to take a couple steps before she’d be able to inspect Deity’s sprain. Deity tried to catch her scent, but the rank stench of the swamp obscured it almost completely. That was likely why the goddess hadn’t detected her. Deity lifted her paw off the ground slightly, readying herself to allow the stranger to inspect it. ”I would be very grateful if you could help a bit with the injury somehow, or even just point me towards the fastest way out.” A flash of regret lit her eyes, then she added: ”I don’t have anything to offer you in return, though.” If the stranger requested some sort of trade, Deity would do the best she could to fetch her what she wanted. She was desperate to get out of the swamp, away from its stifling heat, away from the murky slime. She would trade anything she could to do so. |
And so our haloes became collars and golden chains; our proud, shining divinity became the very thing that bound us.
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